6:29 p.m. - Sun enters 04� Aries, Anno IVxvii
Kilesa
Criminals are saints, in every sense of the word. They see that to be free one must constrict, and ultimately take. For what is given is polluted but only through the blood do we have a ray of hope. I speak of the blood of the saints.

Each of us commits a crime, every minute, every second, and every millisecond. Look, you just commited one! Though we come closer to divinity, we still are very far from the truth. I suggest to go further, not only steal, but kill. And when you have killed it all, kill yourself, then shall ye find perfection.

God once cleared the land with a great flood. The sinful fires that the people then created were extinguished with his holy judgement. For NONE were good enough for him... He has returned and is burning down all of these malignant roots that have become like trees that have gotten so big that they blot out the Sun. There trees are burnt daily. Be ye one of the Aeon, and burn everything down, so that maybe one day you'll behold the Sun.

Here's the first box of matches, which holds six-hundred and sixty six...go on, burn!